My little kitten slouches too,
scratches at my brand-new shoe.
She rests beside me on the bed,
she hugs and needs the cotton thread.
She purrs and purrs as an engine could,
so I kept her warm as a mother would.
Soon she’ll wake to drink warm milk, my ball
of yarn she thinks to find and tumbles around,
always into something like the mitten found.
Once lost, even she jumps! However, does not fall.
The Mother Tree destroys
all evil, to restore joy
in this world. The light
at the tree’s point of height
over shadows the dark.
I am devoted to the hope
of light in a kaleidoscope.
The color mosaic leaves
a space, my eye perceives.
While if we understood
our love, as sap from wood –
billions of trees and leaves
would illuminate to relieve.
We are all widely loved,
with watercolor light above –
this is our beloved tree-trunk
and wild flower treasure trove.